496: How dirty are we talking about?

How dirty are we talking about?

November 27 — Tuesday morning0

"Oh, my god… That feels so good!" Katherine panted.

Sweat dripped down Damien's body—from his temple down to his bare chest, then past his abs. He locked his intense gaze at her face as he told her, "Spread your legs wider."

She did as she was told and adjusted her legs until they were spread eagle. 

"Give me your hands," he said, and then held her hands securely when she extended them towards him. Then he began pulling her towards him slowly.

Damien's feet were parallel to hers—both of them were forming their legs into a "V" as they did their post-workout stretching on the floor.

He was bare-chested and was wearing his black workout shorts while she wore a black deep V sports bra and activewear pants. 

At half past six in the morning, they were already done with their morning workout routine in the gym of Damien's penthouse. Katherine had a lot of improvements—both physically and psychologically. 

Back when she regained her memories and went into hiding, she went back to training every day by herself. It was her way to cope up with all the emotions she had within her. And later, when she met Amelia, the latter helped her a lot with gaining back her strength. In the past few weeks, she had been training with Damien and because she was stronger than before, the two were able to enjoy a more intense workout.

"I have an external meeting at three today, then I'll pick you up at five," he said.

"You don't have to pick me up. I can go to you instead." This time, it was her turn to pull him towards her. They kept doing it alternately. 

"It's more efficient that way. I'll be near your office around then anyway."

"Okay."

He got up from the floor and helped her up. "Oh, and for tonight... You're sure that your grandpa is at home, right?"

"Yeah, I already asked him…"

Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of Damien's phone. "Hold on," he told her and picked up the call as soon as he saw that it was Markus.

"Boss, the owner wants to meet with you tonight for dinner. They needed a confirmation ASAP for reservations at The Monument. Your last meeting ends at five. Should I accept this?" Markus asked.

Damien ducked his head a little when Katherine started patting a towel on his forehead. He smiled at her and placed a hand on her waist as he thought about what his assistant asked. Markus was referring to the current owner of the basketball team who wanted to book a table at an expensive restaurant. And he already knew that the man was expecting him to pay for the meal.

"No, schedule him for tomorrow instead—at lunch. Book a table at Jade Oriental under his name and don't pay for anything."

She furrowed her brows in curiosity, knowing that Jade Oriental was such an expensive restaurant—almost on par with Central Harbor Restaurant. She met his stare, but he only smiled at her and shook his head subtly.

"Understood," answered Markus. He already knew what his boss meant—Damien wasn't paying a single cent for this lunch meeting.

When the call ended, Damien told Katherine what the call was about as he typed a text message to Styles.

[Damien: I need all the dirt you can get on Edison Conway by tomorrow morning.]

A few seconds later, he received a response.

[Styles: How dirty are we talking about here?]

[Damien: Enough to take him down.]

[Styles: Got it. It will be ready by tonight.]

Katherine chuckled when she saw him cast a grin on his handsome face. Her man was scheming, and she just found it attractive. What was wrong with her?

Inching closer, she hooked the face towel around his neck and pulled him down to her for a kiss. "We still have time before we need to leave," she whispered, a knowing smile forming on her lips as she glided her hands on his chest and down his abs.

He returned her kiss, cradling the back of her head with his hand as he deepened it and pulling her against his body. She moaned when she felt his already hardened member against her abdomen. Damien slipped a tongue past her lips and into her mouth, stroking her tongue ever so gently, then his hands started to wander down her backside and the other up the swell of her breasts. 

"We do. Let's go shower. I need to get you out of those clothes." They were both sweaty and flushed and energized after that workout. Obviously, they needed to shower. Together. So, he picked her up, and she instantly locked her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the gym and into the bathroom of the master bedroom.

…

In another state, a woman in her late fifties was talking on the phone in her office. She had blond hair which was neatly combed and parted to the side. A nameplate on her table read: Senator Jennifer Jones.

"I am telling you, George, we cannot let this happen. That man, Curtis, who is on the loose, knows too much and we still have no word from Parker. Wasn't he Parker's favorite? Don't you think this is odd?" she asked, her tone carried a lot of frustration. 

"I understand that. But we already told Green that we're giving him forty-eight hours," George responded. "You should have only given him twenty-four hours maximum. The clock is ticking slowly, and every minute gets risky."

She knitted her brows together, her facial expression laced with a mixture of anxiousness and anger. "We need to replace him. He had been very disobedient lately. If he goes out of control, it will be the end of all of us."

"Okay. We'll meet with the others tonight and discuss this."

The phone call ended, and she gripped her phone tightly in her hands. She hadn't had enough sleep in the past few days, and she was getting stressed by the second. She needed to take control and overthrow Parker Green.

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